Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.